I’m bundling up to head down south for a few days for a couple of grand gigs in Canberra, looking forward to wearing socks and trousers on the same day, and two kinds of things on the top of my body. It’s a heady rush people, this being a poet business.
What else is a rush, is the chance to share the stage with three fine gentlemen: Andrew Galan, Good Ghost Bill and Scott Sandwich.
Andrew Galan, for those who don’t already know his work, is a poet and producer, and one of the energiser bunnies behind the Bad!Slam! phenomenon. I loved his collaboration with Freddy Komp for Queensland Poetry Festival’s Night Uncurls its Palm (so much that I put it below). As a performer he has a shambolic beauty and battery-acid wit to carry you from a Nagasaki Sunset to devour the (un)happy years.
Scott Sandwich, (aka Tom Hogan), is a friend and a sometimes collaborator whose work veers from the sublime to the ridiculous. Humorous and playful, Scott Sandwich relentlessly refuses the serious yet embraces the epic. He has a pretty banging Pozible going on right now, for a collaboration that Just Will Not Stop.
Good Ghost Bill is bringing his signature sound from Louisiana State University where he is an MFA poetry candidate. This all follows on from his poetry slam championships x many and his roles with the Texas Grand Slam Poetry Festival. I talked bout him just a little while ago and if you’re keen to see me and these fellows in THE FLESH.
And me, I’ll be sharing 20 or so minutes for you. I would be honoured if you would come and listen.
It’s only going to set you back $5 and we will not stop bringing words until it’s the end of the evening. Because that’s the way it happens.